This ancient mountain is tall and black
Shadow draws ancient and cold
My men and I have journeyed forth
But alas, the trail has grown old

My father set out ere the winter came
And naught of his travels we learned
And spring has come and gone again
Yet never did we see his return

Many men have followed
To learn where father had gone
With prickled necks we venture forth
Into the shadow of a mountain

The journey here has been cruel and fierce
Forward through sun, snow and sleet
Through every season we have come to this place
To learn of my kinsmens sad fate

Deep within this ice-scorned place
A crack that is cold as night
Deep in this craig on mountains-side
My father's body locked in ice

To this place I have come at last
To learn of that evil truth
His life has been taken from me
And with it has gone my youth

Some enemy has sundered his limbs
Left his body a husk
Some enemy has torn him piece from piece
They left him to die in the dusk

I cry to the gods, the all-powerful ones
Who surely must witness my pain
I cry to the gods of the wind and the sea
Now, give me my enemy's name

Suddenly, revealed to me
Askew-ed from vision, a shrine in the snow
Runes laid in stone tell of ethereal being
I am skadhi, and this is my home

Skadhi, I cry to the wind
Dweller of old thrymsheim
Skadhi, queen of the frozen mount
I beg for my enemy's name